Cyrus looked at the odd girl as she grabbed his shoulder. "I'm 25, the prime of my life, however I know I'll never amount to anything in the time I have left do to the fact that the church controls everything about my life anymore, and if I should rise even a hair, they'll end me." The farmer said darkly as it started to rain outside. Thunder echoed in the distance and lighting lit up the dark corners of the room. " Luck has never been my ally."